! ! ! ! ! Watching A Child Grow! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal
! ! ! ! ! Watching A Child Grow! ! ! ! !
Baby
Like flowers reaching for Sun, baby sucks ma's breast.
Petals open kissed by light, baby smiles content.
Dew drops evaporate, toddler plays on grass.
Butterflies flirt with flowers, he gurgles and laughs...
Kid
Whole creation is alive, youthful and so bright.
Tiny necks peep out of shell, ready for maiden flight.
Ma stands with Tiffin at gate, child hops into van.
Soon the van goes out of sight, things go well as planned.
Youth
Birds twittering day long, youth strums on guitar.
Dusk falls and shadows lengthen, a girl comes in car.
A magical hour, twilight... Walking hand in hand,
Light breeze caresses the leaves, ma smiles as she stands.
Man
The night is young, air fragrant; sound of wedding bells.
Stars twinkle, full moon so bright, sound of conch shell.
The whole cosmos celebrates, as the feast is spread.
The clock strikes the midnight hour, together break bread.
The beautiful poetic description of the various stages of life - reminded me of Shakespeare's lines, where the last stage is without teeth, hair, vision ......and 'sans everything'! 10+++ -Raj Nandy
that was a watch along with nature..a lovely poem indeed
You've spoken about the good growing of a child...nice and pleasing to read...but in the practical world, be it girl or boy, when they go bad beyond anybody's control.only the mother is blamed for their wrong conduct totally.. is it not? ....anyway a good theme10+++++++
dear mamtaji, in malayalam there is a saying: the very life of a man ends on the very day of his marriage! sounds funny..isn't it? loved your poem...who other can write this poem except a passionate mother like you...thanks mamtaji......
Superb write here...sways the reader here away to imaginations..
A keen eye for detail, some wonderful comparisons and a beautifully poetic expression make this write stand out.
Touchy! and very neat and clean! A fine artwork indeed! Mamtaji, your mamtaful obsevation and creative composition always touch me! I can see your lovely mind! 10++++
Mamta, lovely word pictures of growth of child, an enjoyable read. Watching, rearing, noticing, teaching and love all are necessary when we raise a child, I can see you noticed very well with lots of care! Love Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 9:14:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Skilful use of nature's beauty to describe the growth and development of a child...great write Mamta